“I’m a slut, yeah”, she freely admitted,
A cock in each end, being spitted,
But fucking first class,
Deep throat, pussy or arse,
In fact any-damn-where that it fitted!
Tag: deep throat
Fetching
In her nightie, she looked rather fetching,
The way it was clinging and stretching.
She’d give him a screw,
Try the deep-throat thing too,
Which she still couldn’t do without retching!
Consolation prize
“Bloody slops again! Bugger!” he cursed.
“Can’t a man ever get to go first?”
Still, she’s sucking his dick…
Deep throat too! That’s the trick!
So he’s had a nice blow job, at worst.
The scruff of the neck
“Enough pissin’ around, woman, feck it!
He shouted. “Don’t lick it and peck it!
My wife does that shit.
Enough fingers and spit…
Open wide, take a big breath and neck it!”
Sustainability
She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!
Lost for words
“You okay, love?” he asked. “Yeah? Just nod.”
His cock jammed down her throat, the damn sod!
But she’s in a big tizz;
Bad enough as it is,
Let alone when he shoots his damn wad!
Taking life as it comes
It was dirty and crude, but so thrilling!
No expert, but still she was willing.
His cock down her throat,
Chances pretty remote,
When she swallowed his cum, of none spilling!
Stage door Johnny
Dearest Father, young Algernon wrote.
Met a charming soprano of note.
I dined with her last night;
What an utter delight!
Such soft hands, such a slender, deep throat!
Democracy in action
“Dear Diary. Oh boy!” she wrote.
Tom said “Pussy or arse or deep-throat?”
Harry laughed, said “Tough call!”
I said “Fuck! Do ’em all!
Fuckin’ airtight, boys, that’s my damn vote!”
Precocious
He drawled “Mate! Though a bloke shouldn’t gloat,
She does ev’rything! Even deep throat!
Tits! God! Wait till you see!
And she reckons she’ll be
Old enough, come next August, to vote!”